Apparently, I do not. Raised early in a blue collar neighborhood, later moved into upper middle class neighborhoods, we always had a gun range in the basement. My parents valued productive work, so I worked in a paper mill during school, and then for a few years while I took time off from college. After that, I lived in a poor neighborhood in Mexico, on just a few hundred dollars, which required I make do with what I could for something less than a year. When I returned from Mexico, I finished college, and worked industrial demolition as a laborer, and later crew chief, the money was that good. I have two union cards.

My father made it through college, and picked up an MBA to boot. My mother has two degrees, education, and theology Both brothers have MBA equivalents, one from University of Michigan, and one from Northwestern. Both sister's-in-law have degrees, one has two. Maddogswif is a professional with a Doctor of Pharmacy degree, and I am a lawyer. We are an over-educated upper middle class family by education.

I am equally comfortable in a biker bar, a law school hangout, or a downtown martini bar, although I prefer a neighborhood pub. I draw the line well before stripper bars. I enjoy great food and good service, and hate fancy food and stuffy service. I am equally comfortable digging a new sewer line, talking theology with an itinerant proselytizing believer, probing the mind of a philosopher regarding Descartes Meditations, or spending 2 months kayaking in the wilderness.

I really wish I could claim this was all my doing, but I had great parents, and adventurous siblings. I was supported in every endeavor, not matter how harebrained, or brilliant. My parents seemed to understand that children need total as much as they need to succeed. Once when feeling my oats about being in my third year of law, I said something which inflated the law at the cost of the blue collar. Good ol' dad, took me down a notch, wondering, "After the Richter 9 earthquake who would I most value? The clean water worker, the sewer worker, or the lawyer." Point made, Maddog humbled, I responded, "I can still handle a mean shovel." I have never forgotten that pay and value are not synonyms.

More importantly, I have attempted to instill the same broad flexibility in my children, Maddogsdatir is too young to tell, but Maddogsson also has two union cards, and is currently working for UPS as a Preloader while studying college, and, as you know, is shipping off to the Marine Corps, MCRD San Diego, today. I have spent the past few years teaching him how to deal with electrical, plumbing and other home ownership skills, as well as welding, and mechanical skills.

All this said, I still suffer from biases.

What is your score? What are your biases?

ScoringYou got 51 points.The higher your score, the thinner your bubble. The lower, the more insulated you might be from mainstream American culture.See below for scores Charles Murray would expect you to get based on the following descriptions.48–99: A lifelong resident of a working-class neighborhood with average television and movie going habits. Typical: 77.42–100: A first-generation middle-class person with working-class parents and average television and movie going habits. Typical: 66.11–80: A first-generation upper-middle-class person with middle-class parents. Typical: 33.0–43: A second-generation (or more) upper-middle-class person who has made a point of getting out a lot. Typical: 9.0–20: A second-generation (or more) upper-middle-class person with the television and movie going habits of the upper middle class. Typical: 2.